Dano-Dragon

The Timber Wolf Cafe. A right dingy place it is too. Pine trees grown entangled, and intertwined to weave walls of bark on all sides and with windows high up, only allowing enough sunshine in so that it faded into a shadowy existence at the base of the towering boles. Hundreds of years old those trees are. “Hey Itchy, How about some ale over here.” The Elf behind the bar looked over at him and sneered. “You know darn good and well we don't have no stinking, piss-ant Dwarven ale in here. So what would an old, stunted, bristly bearded dwarf like to drink?” “Aw Itchy, ye pain this Old Dwarven heart. What would

8 MILE The Horses hoofs hitting the hard packet dirt was thunder in the ears of the rider. The last five miles of galloping across the dry scrubby desert had been hard on him as it had been on the horse. Of course he had been in the saddle for over ten hours, having left Simpson Springs just after three in the morning. The horse, however, had been running a good pace the last ten miles of the Express route. He grabbed the horn that was strapped across his chest and began blowing on it to let the station master know that he was coming. Just to be sure he blew it several more times, strong hard blasts that would carry across the sage strewn